Prologue

"He will not succeed."

"Ever the pessimist, brother."

"Realism, not pessimism. No one can kill her, you wrote that very clearly into the curse."

"I didn't bring him back to kill her."

"Yes, yes, I know, you and your personal projects. Why do you insist on committing to this failure?"

"What would you have me do, abandon our effort?"

"Frankly I think we should have just left that world and started again on another."

"You give up too easily. Need I remind you that they were your creation as well."

"They were, and they turned against us after all we gave them."

"A choice they made with a gift you gave them. Was it not you who said that without choice, everything else was pointless?"

"And you gave them knowledge so that they could make choices based on reason. It seems they preferred my gift to your's."

"Pettiness does not become you, brother."

"And denial does not become you."

"The humans are as we made them."

"Are you suggesting their faults are because of our own actions. As I told you, I merely gave them the ability to choose; we did not force them to do anything."

"…."

"Well, at any rate, they seem to have rebuilt somewhat in our absence. This warrants some further investigation."

"Are you suggesting…"

"I will go down there myself, and walk amongst them. Then, we will truly have an idea about how far along they have come."

"You cannot."

"Relax, brother, I am not going down there as I am, and I will not pass judgement at this time. I will merely inhabit the body of a mortal, and… watch. You are free to join me."

"No, we vowed to remain away from this world until the time for judgement came."

"You vowed. I made no such promise."

"If you do anything to disrupt them…"

"Be at peace, brother, you may yet find this entertaining."

(on Remnant)

To say Jaune was stressed out would be something of an understatement. This meant more to him that almost anything else in his life. He leaned over all the luggage strewn over his bed beside Crocea Mars.

"I still don't get why you get grandpa's sword," Jade said, as she sat on the other side of his bed, "Doesn't it belong to the whole family?"

"You don't even want to be a huntress," Jaune answered, looking up at his sister.

"But still, what're we supposed to put over the mantle now?" Jade was slightly taller than Jaune, with short, messy blonde hair, and a green shirt.

"Ask Indigo to put her weapon there," Jaune suggested. Jade chuckled slightly.

"There's an image there," she said, as she shoved her little brother slightly, "Well, I'll see you later before you go." She then took her leave, leaving her brother alone again.

However, for a brief instant, a wave of vertigo washed over him, as if something had just passed through him, but he quickly dismissed it as more nerves.

"Come on, Arc," he said to himself, "Just chill out; it'll be fine, I mean its not like your entire future as a huntsman, and your family dignity is on the line here."

"You know, there are far greater priorities in this world."

"Yeah, but…," Jaune's skipping heart silenced him. He looked around, hoping beyond hopes that someone else had walked into the room.

"Who said that?"

"I, of course," the voice said plainly, as if it were completely obvious. That did very little to help. Once again, Jaune looked around, desperately praying that someone had entered the room since he last checked.

"For what its worth, I can't actually answer those prayers."

"Great, I'm so stressed I'm hearing voices," Jaune said, rubbing his forehead, "I'm going crazy."

"Not exactly what is taking place now."

"I'm hearing voices, and I'm alone," Jaune answered "Isn't that the definition of crazy?"

"I think on a higher level than you mortals, so I suppose I would not know."

"'You mortals'," Jaune echoed, not bothering to wonder why he was actually engaging the voice in his head, "What does that mean?"

"What else could it mean?"

"You're a voice in my head, it could mean anything." For a second, Jaune could've sworn he heard the voice sigh.

"I am not a 'voice in your head', child," the voice said.

"Then what the hell are you?"

"I would advise against using religious-based profanity with me boy," the voice scolded.

"What would you care?"

"Seeing as I am the basis for your world's religions, it is a matter that is very relevant to me." It took Jaune a fully several seconds to fully process what had been said.

"Wait a minute, are you…"

"Yes, I am indeed a god." Jaune wasn't sure how long he stood still letting that set in. He considered again that is was just a voice in his head.

"Again, am I not a 'voice in your head'."

"Uh….." A god was talking in Jaune's head. What the hell was he supposed to say?

"Relax," the god said.

"A god's talking in my head, how am I supposed to relax?"

"Take comfort in the fact that I am merely inhabiting your body."

"HOW IS THAT BETTER!" Jaune cried out.

"I thought you would be honored. In my day there were mortals who sacrifice their own family for such an honor."

"Perhaps there is a more direct way I can do this." Suddenly, sensing a presence, Jaune looked over, to see a tall figure standing beside him. Jaune tried to scream, but all that came out was a tiny squeak.

"Well that was rather pathetic." The figure was tall, but not like any figure Jaune had ever seen. While clearly male, he had no defining feature like eyes, a nose, though he had facial contours. A pair of horns curved out of the back of his head, but what got Jaune's attention the most was the fact that he seemed to somehow radiate darkness.

"You… you…"

"Relax, this is merely an illusion, I am not truly present. I imagine you are curious as to who exactly I am," the figure said.

"Y…yeah."

"I am one of the two creators of humanity, the one who gave you the power to destroy, and to choose. I have gone by many identities throughout the ages, but to most, I am simple, the God of Darkness." Jaune wasn't sure if it was just this place or something, but the air was completely still, as he processed what he heard. He wasn't sure if he should kneel, scream again, or something of the combination.

"I expected at least a little bit more of a reaction," the god commented, cocking his head slightly.

"I… I don't know what to say," Jaune finally forced out.

"I suppose that is to be expected," the god said as he walked towards Jaune, who quickly stood at attention, "I imagine you are not used to being in the presence of your creator."

"No," Jaune answered with a nervous chuckle, "not really." There was a moment of silence, as Jaune tried to think of something to say.

"So, why are you here?" he finally asked. Did I seriously just ask that?

"Yes you did."

"Wait, you can read my mind?"

"I am in your mind," the God of Darkness explained, gesturing, "Of course I can."

"Oh, yeah."

"So as to answer your question, there is no real singular reason," the god answered plainly, "You were just the first mortal I saw, there was nothing exceptional about you."On the one hand, Jaune was rather relieved; being sought after by the God of Darkness certainly wasn't a good thing. But on the other hand, he wasn't entirely appreciative of the way the god put it.

"I am here merely to observe. It has been a long time since I have been in this world."

"Remnant?"

"Is that what they are calling it now? How quaint, I am sure my brother would be quite amused."

"Your brother?"

"A story for another time, boy. We will talk at length more as we go along." With that, he snapped his fingers.

"Wait!" Jaune cried, but was too slow, as he suddenly found himself back in his room.

"Uh…" For a moment, Jaune wondered if the god was…

"I am still present."

"Of course," Jaune said, taking a breath, figuring it was better not to question at at this point.

"Jaune!" his mother called, "If you don't go now, you won't make your ride in time." Though this may have sounded weird, Jaune didn't care much about his trip to Beacon; the god that was now sharing his body.

"Jaune!" his mother called again, "Do I have to come up there?"

"I would be best if you continue your life as I were not here," the God of Darkness said.

"Easy for you to say."

"You say something, sweetie?"

"No!" Jaune said quickly, "I'll be right there."

"I think this will actually be quiet interesting."

"That makes one of us."

Note: The result of a plot bunny setting up house in my head. I figured if I didn't put something to TextEdit it would drive me crazy, so I decided to put this thing up here. Nothing grand I know, but I'm hoping this will go on for a while. I really like the Brother Gods in RWBY, and I hope to see more of them. I'm of the mind that while they may have overreacted somewhat by wiping out the entirety of humanity (don't think that won't come up), what happened to Salem was her own fault.

As some may have noticed, the gods' dialogue is rather overwritten. That's sort of the point, since I figured gods would really like the sounds of their own voices. Bare in mind, I'm an agnostic atheist, which means I don't know if there's any higher power out there, but I'm of the mind that its a moot question because there is simply no way of knowing for certain, but I'm open to be proven wrong (don't take that as an invitation to proselytize to me).

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